Not that this has been debated, since I gave birth to him, we share the same chin and hands, but we can now add another thing to the list that he got from me. His hair. Poor kid. Fortunate for me but unfortunate for you, I don't have a picture here to display how horrid my hair used to be. Thank goodness for flat irons!! Well, getting on with the reason for this post. Reed woke up yesterday morning with this on the back of his head. It felt coarse, exactly like mine does if left to air dry. If he indeed does have my hair, we should have lots of fun trying to style his hair in the future, lol! Thankfully, it only looks like this after waking up and can be easily fixed with a little water.
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| Yikes! |
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| After brushing it and of course doing my best to make it stick out as much as possible, haha! |
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| This is just too funny for words. He seriously looks like a punk rocker, which was probably my most favorite Halloween costume I ever wore as a kid. I had the right hair for it, lol! |
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| Brushing it down doesn't do much for it either. |
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| I couldn't post about our little man with all shots of the back and side of his head, so here he is in all his cuteness. |
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